Here it is people, the second chapter!

So what's up with everyone's behaviour! Here's where you find out!

How's that drum roll coming along?!?!?!

Eragon waved to Arya as she backed out the driveway that morning to go and get cooking supplies from the supermarket for Brom, as soon as she was out of sight Eragon ran back inside the palace and shut the door, "Ok," he said, time to put a bit of Christmas cheer in here!"

He walked off down the hall to seek out his cousin Roran, whom he found in the kitchen on the phone with Katrina.

"No you hang up first," Roran cooed lovingly into the mouthpiece to Katrina. Eragon crept up behind him and made a face, before pressing the button on the telephone to cut the line.

Roran turned around to see Eragon laughing behind him.

"How about I hang up first!" he said. Roran's face went a bright red, he tried to lunge at him but Eragon moved faster, sending Roran head first into the floor.

"Now Roran," Eragon said, as he helping him up, "Tomorrow is Arya's favourite day of the year, and to make sure she has a great day, we are going to shape up and give her the best Christmas cheer she's ever going to get!"

Eragon thrust some bells into Roran's hands.

"What do I do with these?" Roran asked, eyeing the bells.

"When Arya comes home, surprise her with a sweet Christmas song, and whatever you do, don't stop singing, no matter what!" Eragon answered.

"Why?" Roran asked.

"Because it will make her happy, that's why!" Eragon said. "Just make sure you're in position when she comes home!"

"Whatever," Roran responded, and he walked off down the hall.

"AND DON"T TELL HER IT WAS MY IDEA!" Eragon shouted after him.

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Next Eragon paid a visit to Nasuada, who was watching T.V and lounging about on the couch. He used his magic and pulled the T.V plug out of its socket.

"Hey, what gives!" she exclaimed.

Eragon shocked her as he jumped out from behind the couch.

"Hail Nasuada, a.k.a couch potato!" Eragon shouted in her face. She frowned and ran at him, but once again he moved too quickly and now she was sent crashing to the floor.

"What do you want Dragon Rider," she scoffed, getting up, "I'm off duty, it's holidays, the Council of Elders isn't here, I can lounge around as much as I want!" she argued.

"But I have a job you can't resist," Eragon said, his eyes bouncing with anticipation.

Nasuada looked up at him.

"I'm listening," she said, with curiosity.

"Good, now tomorrow is Arya's favourite da…"

"Yeah I know," Nasuada interrupted, "Get to the point!"

"As I was saying," Eragon continued, rather annoyed, "We are going to give her the best Christmas ever, and I want you to go crazy and make her laugh with joy!"

Nasuada looked at him as if he were nuts.

"Are you nuts?!" she asked.

"NO!" Eragon shouted.

"Why on earth would a mature, serious, beautiful person like me, do something stupid like that?!" Nasuada asked.

"To make Arya happy," answered Eragon, as if it where a trick question. "Now all you have to do is get drunk with alcoholic egg nog, and everything will be fine," he said.

Nasuada looked at him, and for a while there was silence before she said, "You got a deal rider,"

"Excellent," Eragon said, in a Mr Burns type voice.

He went with Nasuada to the kitchen where he pulled out about fifty cartons of egg nog and handed them to her.

"Get to it!" he said, before he dashed out of the room. "And don't mention anything to Arya!"

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Eragon's next task involved a tree and decorations; he climbed up the stairs to the attic and pulled down a large pine tree and assorted decorations.

He somehow managed to drag all those things to the lounge, which was now being occupied by Murtagh and the Twins.

Eragon carefully aimed a basket of plastic holly at the back of Murtagh's head which hit him directly, a perfect aim.

Murtagh turned around; he scowled when he saw Eragon smiling at him and all the decorations next to him. Eragon had to try not to laugh; the holly had somehow managed to get tangled up in Murtagh's hair and he now looked like someone from a Christmas carol.

Murtagh was frowning, but Eragon was still smiling. Calmly Murtagh got up and shook his hair free from the holly before running like a mad bull at Eragon. Eragon started running, Murtagh close behind, the Twins taking no notice of what was going on.

They ran past Nasuada who was on her fifth carton and Roran practicing his carolling and soon they were back at the lounge.

"Wait till I get my hands on you!" Murtagh shouted.

There was a time when Murtagh lost track where Eragon was, which gave Eragon the perfect opportunity to come up behind him and give him a good kick up the backside.

Murtagh was the third person Eragon had sent crashing to the floor today and Eragon was just lovin' it.

"Get up brother," Eragon said offering a hand. But Murtagh had a few tricks up his sleeve and before long Eragon was on the floor and Murtagh came up behind him and gave him a sharp kick up the backside.

"Revenge," Murtagh laughed, as his brother got up off the floor rubbing his sore bottom.

"Right," Eragon said, remembering why he was there. "Today is Arya's fav…"

"Yes I know," Murtagh interrupted, "Roran told me."

Eragon took a deep breath, "Relax," he said to himself; he had just had enough of interruptions by now.

"Shut up!" he said, "And listen."

The Twins had finally come back to reality and had joined Murtagh and Eragon's conversation.

"Since it is her favourite day, we are going to try very hard to make her happy, and I want you and the Twins to do some decorating."

"What!" Murtagh looked shocked, "Does the word holidays mean anything to you!" Eragon looked blank.

"It means NO WORK!" Murtagh answered him. "It means T.V, eating, sleeping and relaxing!" he counted them off on his fingers.

"Oh come on Murty," Eragon pleaded, "Do it for me, and do it for Christmas if you don't like Arya,"

Murtagh frowned deeper at Eragon at the use of his terrible nickname.

"Hmmf, Christmas," Murtagh huffed. There was a long silence before he said "Fine, I'll help,"

Eragon cheered, he then looked at the Twins who needed no persistence.

"We bags the tree," they said together.

"Fine," Eragon said, "The Twins can decorate the tree, while Scrooge over here," he grinned at Murtagh, "Can decorate the rest of the palace,"

"You're pushing your luck," Murtagh muttered.

The Twins walked off carrying the tree, and Eragon chucked the assorted decorations at Murtagh to hang up before walking off himself.

"And don't say anything to Arya," he shouted over his shoulder.

Murtagh looked at the decorations surrounding him, he picked up the basket of holly which was thrown at him earlier and began to pin them up all over the place, as he was about to pin the last holly up, some random music started playing out of no where, Murtagh realising it was a Christmas carol snorted and turned his back on the music getting back to his work, carelessly, but seeing he was bored and there was nothing else better to do, he began to sing.

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas," He paused "Ev'rywhere you go; Take a look in the five-and-ten, glistening once again With candy canes and silver lanes aglow!."

"Hey this is fun," he thought to himself. "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, Toys in ev'ry store!" Murtagh started to dance the moon walk, (for some strange reason), getting carried away, he fell off the stool he was standing on a hit the hard marble floor.

"Bloody stool!," he cursed, and kicked the stool over which hit the wall with a hard thump, and one of the giant candy cane decorations came tumbling from the ceiling, then a giant chocolate Santa fell over.

"Oh no," Murtagh said as they all came crashing on top of him.

Eragon heard the noise and ran into the room, the first thing he saw were chocolate bits all over the place, then Murtagh coming out from under it covered in sticky caramel.

"Murtagh!" Eragon exclaimed, he looked at his sticky brother with a frown. "You broke the chocolate Santa!"

Murtagh wiped the goo from his face and eyed his brother.

"Oh well," Eragon said, "We'll just have to buy another one."

Murtagh sighed, "No sympathy what so ever," he thought as he picked up a towel and began to wipe the caramel off himself.

Murtagh's attention was then drawn to something hidden behind Eragon's back, Eragon was smiling

"What?" Murtagh asked, suspiciously.

Eragon revealed the mysterious item. It was a Christmassy red woollen jumper, Murtagh freaked out when he saw the picture printed on the front, a snowman and a reindeer hugging, with words going along the top and bottom saying 'Christmas Love.'

Eragon smiled, "Isn't it adorable," he said, "I found it in the attic," Murtagh looked in disbelief at the thing his brother was holding up.

"I think it's your size, Murtagh,"

Murtagh looked like he was about to pass out, Eragon jumped toward him trying to force the jumper over his head, Murtagh wrestled him to the ground.

"Come on Murtagh," Eragon pleaded, "It suits you," Eragon pinned Murtagh's arms to the ground.

Murtagh shrieked and tore himself off from under his brother; he almost tripped over a basket of decorations as he ran down the hall closely pursued by Eragon and the jumper.

He turned a corner and saw the Twins decorating the tree, or were they reindeer, what did Eragon do to them?!

"His brainwashing everyone," Murtagh thought as he turned another corner. He was sure he had lost Eragon. Murtagh opened the door to the cupboard under the stairs and hid inside amongst the Christmas presents; tinsel fell from the ceiling onto his head as he shut the door.

He blew it off, annoyed.

"I think I'll be safe here," he said to himself. He could hear Eragon's footsteps pass the hiding spot and fade away.

"For now."

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Well there it is the second chapter, just fixing up the third, will be up very soon, so what do you think, funny or what!!! Pleease review!

Once again I don't own Eragon or the characters I have used!